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Listening, a lost art in a world of action, scurrying like ants in their colony to and fro, not stopping to hear one another. STOP!!! Cried the little ant we are going much to slow, we’ll never get there this way… and they never did. There is so much health to be had when listened to and listening to another. It validates existence, purpose, value, worth. If we love, if we care, if we have spirit can we stop to listen, without interruption, with interest and fascination. The one speaking can be free to share, to think, the one listening learns and grows with the knowledge. Focus shifts, reality steps up and says hello. Can you hear the silence of listening, one voice speaking. Turn about fair play enhances the ability of two to listen and be heard. Violence grows out of an environment where no one listens, no one hears, no one cares. We become islands adrift in a sea of bodies. We don’t see each other, we don’t hear each other, we don’t know each other. We are self-absorbed to the point others do not exist and then the violence erupts to bring reality to our existence. After the violence the silent cry is heard; can you hear me now?